“An observed animal that moves in an odd dance, a snippet of line that seems written across a storm-filled sky.” (Kate Bucca on Cadenza) The music jumps, cuts, flourishes in a way I don’t attempt to map out, recognizing the particular logic of feel. Read More Music, Personal EssayGuestMay 6, 2018carole king, elton john, john prine, kate bucca, king crimson, the beatles, the police, the who